Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1188 ●-●_1

Chapter 1188: Chapter 1188 ●-●_1

No one likes you.

No one will ever like you.

— Stop talking that way.

Nathaniel felt Cherry was just a child living in chaos, driven by ghost trainers since she was young, without any sense of morality or basic social norms, unable to understand grand principles of justice and love.

But if you tell her no one likes her, no one loves her, she would understand, she would hold a grudge.

The anger on Purple’s face gradually dissipated.

She indifferently looked at Nathaniel and asked, "Were you like this with Jade Carlson in the beginning?"

Nathaniel frowned.

Purple spoke as if reciting a formula: "Jade Carlson was a child from a poor background, orphaned, living with relatives who looked down on her since she was little. Through her own efforts, she finally got a job at the Prosecutor’s Office, a rare place for a female worker, and Jade Carlson was the most diligent among them.

But she fell in love with a married man, and to avoid causing him trouble, she desperately repressed her feelings. When she saw him get hurt because of her, she could no longer hold back, actively offering to help him heal and hiding it from his wife.

Such a kind, gentle woman, right? A person who wants to treat you wholeheartedly well without destroying your family, impossible to refuse, isn’t it?

Nathaniel, it is their own misfortune to be pitiful, that’s not a reason to hurt me!

Have you ever thought about what it feels like when I come back to see my husband holding his assistant in his arms?

Have you ever thought about what it feels like when Cherry crawls into my stomach and makes me risk my life to give birth to this demon child?

They are very pitiable, but what about me? Do I deserve to be treated like this?!"

After Purple finished speaking, her eyes were red, no tears, only indignation.

Nathaniel looked at her with a serious face.

Perhaps bringing up the matter of Jade Carlson embarrassed him, Nathaniel’s pale complexion flushed with anger, as if he was burning with fury.

Purple thought he would say something.

But he just stared at her, his chest heaving with each breath, and after a long while without a word, he walked out of the room.

...

From that day on, they became even more silent.

Nathaniel didn’t speak, and Purple had nothing much to say. Apart from meeting at mealtimes, they stayed in their own rooms from morning until night.

In this lifeless house, the only signs of life were probably Cherry’s talking, laughing, running around, and the sound effects from the cartoons she watched.

Ironic, isn’t it? The one who lived most like a person was not human at all.

A few days later, Christmas arrived.

There was no festive atmosphere in the village, and they were even less likely to decorate for the occasion.

No Christmas tree, no gifts, Nathaniel built a large snowman for Cherry, with a scarf and hat, and found two dry branches to insert into the snowball for arms. Cherry loved it, and Nathaniel seemed in a good mood as well, a smile appearing on his gloomy face for once.

He stood in the snowy field, lighting a casual cigarette, smoking while watching Cherry run around in the yard.

If someone unfamiliar with them saw the scene, they might think it was quite warm and touching.

But to Purple, it felt unreal.

She stood by the window, silently staring at the sky outside, the long captivity pushing her to the brink of madness.

She grew more and more impatient, more and more anxious. Each time she tried to calm down and think of a way out, her thoughts would inadvertently turn to resentment and bitterness.

Rationality was nearly exhausted in this imprisonment.

Not long after Christmas ended, Purple finished her puerperium. Nathaniel, in an act of "mercy," unlocked her shackles, allowing her one hour of outdoor activity each day.

Being without shackles did not mean fewer restraints.

Cherry would follow her, as would the ghostly shadows, flickering in and out of sight, hovering around her feet like a constant presence.